The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After a moment of silence, Justin spoke in a deep tone. "Thank you for your reminder, lan. But next time, if you speak so bluntly
again, consider your year-end bonus at risk." Damn! lan felt like his boss had just delivered him a fatal blow.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Bella had just taken a fragrant bubble bath and was sitting in front of the vanity, brushing her long,
jet-black hair, lost in her thoughts.
Her hand moved the brush continuously, but her mind was elsewhere.
She replayed her conversation with Grant over and over in her head. For some reason, she felt a chill in her chest as if a cold
wind had swept through, making her feel chilly all over.
That man, though polite, courteous, and seemingly sincere, gave her the feeling that he was subtly yet fiercely intruding on her
space, triggering alarm bells in her mind.
This sense of oppression was entirely different from the feeling Justin, with his equally noble status, gave her.
Lost in her thoughts, Bella suddenly felt a heat on the nape of her neck and a weight on her shoulders.
"Ah."
As Bella gasped softly, Justin's arms wrapped around her from behind, his thin lips pressing a gentle kiss on her plump cheek,
his voice husky and seductive. "Bella, what's going on in your mind?"
"Your brother," Bella blurted out.
Justin's eyes darkened, a tumultuous wave surging in his heart, his eyes reddening at the corners.
Before she could explain further, Justin grabbed a slender waist and lifted her, his muscular right arm supporting her hips as he
strode directly toward the bed.
"Hey! Justin.. What are you doing?!" Bella's beautiful eyes widened, her left shoulder strap slipping down, exposing her chest.
The next second, Justin pinned her beneath him on the bed.
Her silk nightgown had long disappeared along the way.
Justin's eyes burned with a mix of passion and apprehension, overwhelming her senses.

"Bella, feed me..."
"I'm so tired right now. Why don't we do it tomorrow? In the morning?" Bella looked at him with wide, anxious eyes.
"No, I need you now... Satisfy me, please."
Justin's hot and insistent lips pressed against hers, causing her to lose focus and become entirely immersed in waves of desire.
At the height of their love-making, he whispered huskily in her ear, "Don't think about him... Think about me only!"
Bella laughed softly, her body trembling with amusement, "I knew it... You were jealous? Such strong jealousy."
Justin paused, looking down at her flushed, beautiful face. "You said you were thinking about him. Shouldn’t I be jealous? I'm
beyond jealous”
Bella chuckled, lightly patting his sweaty cheek. "You knew I didn’t mean that kind of thinking. Why are you so worked up?
Besides, be's your brother..."
"Sometimes I couldn't even stand you being with your brother. So, why should I tolerate my own brother?" Justin's eyes, still
tinged with redness, glinted with anger
Bella felt both exasperated and immensely happy.
After their wild, passionate encounter, Bella lay on Justin's strong arm, too exhausted to even think about taking another bath.